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The scent of jasmine filled the garden, a fragrance normally associated with joy. But today, it only made Liam feel worse. His son, Ben, had found solace in Sufism. Liam hadn't shared his son's joy. He had been so… disapproving.

He watched the hummingbirds flit among the jasmine bushes, the vibrant colours mocking his own dark mood. He ran a hand through his hair, a wave of weariness washing over him. He found himself wishing he could rewind time, to tell Ben that he was proud. The vibrant hues of the flowers seemed to dim, reflecting the bleakness of his inner world.